Eight hundred years have passed like water, the incense in the Prince's Palace has withered, and the ever-lasting lamp has dried up. Xie Lian never thought that he would be able to see the man in red again. The soul returns, crushing the dust and smoke. The Flower City is still as beautiful as ever, with silver butterflies flying in the air, but it is no longer the same as it was in the past. The mask was taken off, revealing a pair of eyes filled with frost. The blazing attachment that used to be like fire turned into a mocking and cold arc on the lips. "It's thanks to His Highness that it's not gone yet." Every word is like a blade, gouging out the scars that have lasted for eight hundred years. That choice in the name of life and sacrifice of trust finally pushed his most devout believer into eternal night. He smiled and said the cruelest cage. He left, leaving behind a farewell that was colder than darkness. Deep in the palace of lanterns, meeting old friends again is a more painful punishment than never seeing each other again... This time, Xie Tu holds the remaining fire in his hand, how can he warm a heart that has been crushed by his own hands?
Sorry, sorry, sorry, this is my first time writing a fanfic, ooc apology.
Intention: Love is an eternal lamp that never goes out. Even if the heart has been reduced to ashes, it is still waiting to be rekindled in the ruins. The most painful punishment is not forgetting, but remembering all the warmth but never going back to the past.